Douay Rheims Bible

Song of Solomon 7

The Song of Songs, Which is Solomon's

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Chapter 8

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  Who shall give thee to me for my brother, sucking the breasts of my mother, that I may find thee without, and kiss thee, and now no man may despise me?  

 

 

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2


 

  I will take hold of thee, and bring thee Into my mother's house: there thou shalt teach me, and I will give thee a cup of spiced wine and new wine of my pomegranates.  

 

 

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3


 

  His left hand under my head, and his right hand shall embrace me.  

 

 

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4


 

  I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem, that you stir not up, nor awake my love till she please.  

 

 

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5


 

  Who is this that cometh up from the desert, flowing with delights, leaning upon her beloved? Under the apple tree I raised thee up: there thy mother was corrupted, there she was defloured that bore thee.  

 

 

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6


 

  Put me as a seal upon thy heart, as a seal upon thy arm, for love is strong as death, jealousy as hard as hell, the lamps thereof are fire and flames.  

 

 

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7


 

  Many waters cannot quench charity, neither can the floods drown it: if a man should give all the substance of his house for love, he shall despise it as nothing.  

 

 

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8


 

  Our sister is little, and hath no breasts. What shall we do to our sister in the day when she is to be spoken to?  

 

 

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9


 

  If she be a wall: let us build upon it bulwarks of silver: if she be a door, let us join it together with boards or cedar.  

 

 

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10


 

  I am a wall: and my breasts are as a tower since I am become in his presence as one finding peace.  

 

 

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11


 

  The peaceable had a vineyard, in that which hath people: he let out the same to keepers, every man bringeth for the fruit thereof a thousand pieces of silver.  

 

 

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12


 

  My vineyard is before me. A thousand are for thee, the peaceable, and two hundred for them that keep the fruit thereof.  

 

 

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13


 

  Thou that dwellest in the gardens, the friends hearken: make me hear thy voice.  

 

 

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14


 

  Flee away, O my beloved, and be like to the roe, and to the young hart upon the mountains of aromatical spices.  

 

 

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Isaiah 1

 

 

 

 

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